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BoyfriendChoso! After some twt scrolling, choso ends up answering to your fantasies as you get a random idea to explore his body…? 18+

You don’t have a dick. Obviously.

But your sweet, adoring boyfriend, Choso, does.

You’ve been scrolling on Twitter all day, just chudding around—per usual when you’re not slaving your ass off for work, y'know—the usual.

Every few scrolls, whether it’s one of those stupid “I just hit the jackpot” videos or some cute aesthetic animal post, a certain tweet keeps making its way onto your feed.

@Eatzuchini404 I really want to have a dick. I GENUINELY need to know what it feels like to jerk off.

You stare at it for a moment before liking it—obviously—and scrolling through the comments, seeing some people agreeing while others are being total buzzkills.

You let out an audible sigh, turning and flopping onto your back, blankets rustling as you adjust into another ridiculous position.

Choso is in your shared bathroom, connected to your bedroom. He just got out of the shower, and the remnants of steam drift into the room.

He’s standing at the mirror, going through the same skincare routine you do after showering.

It’s cute—how he copies your mannerisms and stuff, with you doing it right back.

You glance back at your phone, the tweet lighting up your face as an idea forms. A really delicious one.

“Cho baby? Are you done? Can you come here for a second?”

“Hm? What is it? Do you need me for something?” he asks, peeking through the doorway.

His wet hair clings to the nape of his neck, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

Fuck, he looks like a glazed donut. You could swear you feel drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of his dick tenting through the towel, even though he’s on soft.

“I do. Come look at this. Tell me what you think.”

He sets your Fenty face mask down on the sink, aligning it perfectly with everything else—because he knows how much you hate when things are out of place.

He adjusts his towel, then grabs his fuzzy black cat headband from beside your white one.

He always thought it was cute that you both matched.

Sliding it on, he pushes his hair back and makes his way to the bed, sitting at the edge, patiently waiting for whatever you’re so eager to show him.

“Look at this.”

You shove your phone in his face. His eyes squint slightly, adjusting to the brightness as he tries to read. You can see him slowly processing it before he looks back at you, confused.

“…I don’t get it. Tell me what this means. What do they mean by they want to have a dick? What’s jerking off?”

Sometimes you forget he doesn’t understand certain modern slang.

“Jeez, Cho. They want to know what it’s like to have the opposite sex’s parts and use them! I’m showing you because I’m curious too. Do you ever get curious?”

He pauses, thinking, then nods slowly as understanding settles in.

“I understand… I have felt the same way multiple times when we do things together. Is that a normal thing?”

“Seems like it is to me! …I have an idea. I know you just took a shower, but…”

He raises an eyebrow, looking at you expectantly.

“I want you to show me how you jerk off. like tell me in explicit detail as you do it. I need to know.”

His jaw drops slightly before he closes it, tilting his head and looking away for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“Like… right now?”

“Right now.”

He wipes the remaining water from his skin and moves to the pillows, sitting against the headboard with his legs spread, the towel barely holding on.

A deep blush spreads across his face, already getting flustered at the thought of you watching him like this—so openly this time.

You set your phone aside and crawl toward him, settling back on your ankles.

“Please don’t look at me like that, Cho, you’re making me feel like a perv!”

He glances down at the growing tent under the towel, then back at you—at the way you’re looking at him—and lets out a quiet sigh of defeat. He knows he’s not getting out of this one.

You always manage to surprise him with the fantasies you come up with out of the blue. He’s still recovering from the time he ate icing off your—you get the point.

“Alright, I’m… gonna start now. You can watch. I’d really like it if you’d join me, though.”

“Oh no, no, no, mister. This is a solo show tonight.”

He huffs softly, mumbling a small “fine,” before removing the towel, revealing his growing erection, already dripping with precum.

You swear you can feel the heat pooling between your legs as memories flood back—how well he fills you up so good, how hard he feels against those walls of yours.

“Look at you. He’s already ready to put on a show for me. Show me how you jerk off to me, Cho.”

Choso swallows whatever he wants to say, a soft, breathy exhale slipping past his lips.

“Watch me closely.”

He noticed you leaning forward as if this was some upfront sex ed lesson, studying everything.

He brung his hand up to his mouth and let a string of saliva fall into it, before hovering it over his dick and letting it drip onto it— kind of like you did for him.

He wanted it to feel like that every time his fingers even touched himself while jerking off.

Always you.

You felt yourself closing your legs together, the friction from that already making your arousal worse.

“Cho..start telling me how you’re feeling.”

He let out a breathy grunt, his hand already starting to squeeze his dick the way you always have when you gave him a handjob.

“You..it feels..s’good. It’s wet. Warm. Reminds me of your soft hands. I miss them right now.”

You let out a small hum of amusement, you couldn’t help yourself when he looked so cute fantasizing about you right in your face.

“You miss them? What else do you miss. Keep telling me. What do you feel?”

He groaned at your tone of voice, already too into this “educational moment” for you.

“I really like when something tight is around it…like your hand or…or your mouth…your pussy too.”

God you wish you could just ride him right now.

but you needed to watch him cum up close.

“I hope you know you’re turning me on so badly right now.”

He looked up, face flushed and his kitty cat headband already ready to slip off.

“So why don’t you teach me too? Show me… how you touch yourself to me.”

Fuck.

Maybe tonight is a two person show.